Crimson [15+?]

[Sky Squirtle]

Hello everyone. I highly doubt any of you know me, but I've been a user of SPPf for about two years. However, for about a year, I've been very innactive, though I tried to start coming regularly a few times. I'm hoping I'll have more time to come here, so I decided to start a story. Please note that the prologue has some Elfen Lied-esque violence, but it's not particularly graphic. If it's too intense, please PM me, and I'll ask a mod if I can post it then. I hope it's okay, though. Just be warned.

-Crimson-

-Prologue-

Standing alone, quietly, on a small patch of grass was a small girl of about five. Her brown hair was pulled into neck length braided pigtails, and she was wearing her nicest set of clothes: a hot pink top, with denim overalls on. Tied upon each braid was a ribbon, matching almost exactly the hue of her shirt. Her lips moved slowly, as she sang herself a cheerful tune.

“Karissa, it’s time for you to come inside now. Dinner is almost ready.” The girl suddenly stopped. Her body was frozen in place, moving not an inch. She was staring into space, almost comatose, and her brother who had been calling for her became worried. “Karissa, did you-”

“Quiet.” A shrill voice that certainly did not belong to Marissa spoke through her lips. Her neck suddenly began to turn towards the door, the veins in it becoming visible. When her older brother saw her face, he was mortified to see that her normally soft brown eyes had changed to a bright, glowing, crimson red.

“Karissa, what’s happening!?”

“I said quiet!” The young child began breathing heavily, so heavily that her brother could hear it through the screen door. Wasting no more time, he grabbed the indented handle, and slid the door to the left. Putting one foot forward, he stepped onto the deck. But when he was about to begin his dash, something suddenly stopped him. The nine year old boy wasn’t sure if it was that he was too scared to run, or if another force was physically preventing him from doing so.

“K-Karissa, please! Snap out of it, say something, just-” But suddenly, his mouth slammed shut. He could no longer speak, and instead just watched, terrified. There was then a flash of green life. A Kadabra had appeared, using it’s teleportation ability, and was now standing in front of his sister. With it’s eyes glowing the same red (dimmer, however) it held its spoon in front of itself. Karissa’s brother could explain this as nothing more but a staring contest. But…that couldn’t be it.

Another flash. And there, slumped on the grass, was Karissa’s right arm, folded in a lump, soaked in the girl’s blood. But she showed no sign of pain, no sign of feeling, no sign of even noticing that she’d just been be-limbed. Instead, her eyes stayed locked with the pokémon’s. Meanwhile, her sibling watched in horror. Against the magical force which held him in place, his body began to violently shake, vomit entering his mouth.

Flash! Karissa’s other arm fell to the stained grass, her bone showing from her shoulder. Blood began to drip from her eyes and nose, and then more of the crimson liquid starting to drip out of her mouth.

“KARISSA!” There was another flash, this one purple. Karissa’s brother fell onto the wooden deck, banging his head. His body began to convulse. And soon, his beloved baby sister was laying on the ground with him, armless, legless, and decapitated. As well as the ground, they also shared Marissa’s blood for a bed. And before it could be seen by anyone else, the Kadabra with it’s glowing red eyes had vanished.

 

[Mimori Kiryu]

I'm...interested. You have a lot of potential with this fic. Your description is awesome, especially with the looks on the faces; the confused, stunned or blank. It's good.

I'll be a reader for you. ^___^

 

[Sky Squirtle]

-Crimson-

-Chapter 1-

“Come on, Kimh. We haven’t got all day, y’know!” Two teenaged males, one sixteen, the other fourteen, were in a tiny control room, tampering with the mechanisms. Or at least, one of them was. One of the boys, a brunette who was wearing a jet black uniform was busy at work entering a set of codes into a computer built into the wall. “Ugh, you’re taking forever.”

The older, taller, more muscular boy was leaning on the wall next to the exit, tapping his foot. He began to tap his foot with annoyance, and bit his top lip. Deciding that this was going to take awhile, he closed his eyes. But before they’d been shut even ten seconds, he felt himself being pushed aside, and stumbled, attempting to keep his balance. He awoke, just in time to see his partner rushing through the doors. The boy followed.

“You know, you could at least tell me when you’re leaving.” They were both running now.

“My apologies, Mikkel.” A bright light shone through at the end of the long, steel hallway the two ran through. The walls were gray and rusted, and damp as well. They seemed to be dripping a brown colored water.

“Disgusting.” Mikkel mumbled to himself. There was a screeching noise, like metal rubbing against metal. The two stopped, and turned to their left where an inconspicuous (Um…visually) door had opened. A man wearing a business suit had exited, and was staring at the two boys, rage in his eyes.

“What do you think you’re doing in here!? Haven’t you seen the signs!? AUTHORIZED PERSONEL ONLY!” The man reached to his belt for a Pokéball, as did Mikkel. Kimh, however, who also reached for his belt, revealed a loaded gun. He put his finger to the trigger, ready to fire.

“Kimh, what have I told you? You…you can’t do that…” Kimh put his head down, gravity-defying hair staying perfectly in place, and began to put his weapon away. The man called out his Jolteon, and stood behind it, ready to fight.

“Ha. Idiot.” Smoothly, Mikkel held up a Pokéball high, and whipped it at the ground as hard as he could. It burst open, revealing a Persian. “Strike!” Without hesitation, the battle-trained Pokémon lunged at it’s opponent, and landed right next to it. The Persian dug its claws into the Jolteon’s side, spilling it’s blood to the floor.

“Jollll~” it groaned.

“J-jolteon!” It’s trainer gasped. “That’s not a Pokémon you have there…it’s a monster!” As vicious as the man had come off, he was nothing against the ruthless teen. He’d highly underestimated them. He just would never be able to…to kill a Pokémon, never mind a human. “I…I’ve trained him since he was just an Eevee. Look what you’ve done!”

“Sir, you may inform the rest of your company that the experiments they’re conducting on Pokémon here are highly illegal, and that if you do not cease and desist, then we WILL contact authorities.” The man in the tie now had tears forming under his eyes, while his Jolteon continued to struggle on the ground, moaning and groaning. The Persian had returned to Mikkel and was curled around his ankles.

“How can you say such things after what you’ve done? Hypocrite!”

“A word of advice: Do not ever stand up to Team Crimson.”

“You *******!” The man’s face was now bright red. Clunking on the metal floor, he lunged at Mikkel with a raised fist.

Bang! And now, he was just a corpse with a bullet in his head. Holding a smoking gun over the body, Kimh was emotionless as he ended the man’s life. Mikkel, who had blood splattered on him, was much more affected.

“Kimh, what were you thinking!?” Kimh looked into his senior’s eyes, with a look of innocence and a complete lack of understanding of the situation.

“He…he tried to hurt you, Mikkel. Mikkel…can’t be hurt. If Mikkel hurts, then so does Kimh.” Unable to yell at his partner, who had the mind of a five-year old in his fourteen year old body, Mikkel shook his head. Putting his hand on Kimh’s back, he hurried the boy forward, leaving the dying Pokémon and bloody corpse unattended. The Persian trotted along, a content expression on it’s face.

The trio continued along without any other disturbances, eventually coming closer and closer to the light. When it became more clearly in their sights, thick grass was visible on the ground. Chunks of dirt were becoming more common, and it was clear they were almost out.

At the end, there was a literal line between this rusted tunnel and the outside world. The metal suddenly stopped, just as suddenly as grass began to sprout up from the earth. And the they were enveloped in light. Mikkel returned his Persian to its Pokéball, as he blinked rapidly, trying to adjust his eyes. Kimh, however, did not move his eyelids at all. Mikkel sat down on the grass, and then grabbed Kimh by the wrist and pulled him down to sit as well.

“Hey…Kimh…how come you never talk about yourself?” The brunette did not answer his black haired companion. “Answer me.”

“I would tell you, but…but I do not know.”

“You don’t know about yourself?”

“I do not.” There was a brief pause.

“What do you mean? How is that possible? Don’t you remember anything from before you joined Team Crimson?”

“I do not.”

“Oh…I see then.” In the distance, a large jeep drove across the fields, the same black as the uniforms as Kimh and Mikkel. Mikkel saw it almost immediately, and pulled up Kimh, who had been staring into space. “It’s time to go Kimh.”

“I see.” It was very hard for Mikkel to deal with Kimh sometimes. It was certainly difficult. But no one else had been willing to take care of him. Every single member of Team Crimson who had been in need of a partner had refused. Mikkel had somewhat been stuck with Kimh; his two best friends- a boy named Noah and a girl named Kira- had partnered up almost immediately. Kimh hadn’t been surprised, though. He’d suspected a romantic connection between the two for the longest time.

But at the same time, Mikkel wanted to take Kimh. Kimh did not seem to have any friends at all, and Mikkel had a big heart. But at times he wondered if Kimh even comprehended the concept of friendship. He treated Mikkel as his owner, not as a friend or partner.

The other strange thing about Kimh was his total desensitivity towards violence of any sort, no matter who it was directed at. It scared Mikkel at times, but he’d grown to accept it. He had become somewhat attached to Kimh. He felt that he had a sort of understanding for him.

Mikkel and Kimh got into the jeep, driven by a generic Crimson, without a word. He sat with his partner in the backseat, and didn’t say a word. He wanted to, though. But it was useless. No one in the car would listen, understand, or care for that matter. So he stayed silent. Silent and invisible.

 

[Mimori Kiryu]

I think I'm starting to like this story a lot more. ^__^ I like the relationship that Mikkel and Kimh have. It's different then most. The only thing I think you could've changed was describing the man as he died from Kimh shooting him. Other than that, a GREAT chapter. =D

 

[Sky Squirtle]

Thank you so much Kanami Yuta. I appreciate you reading. Hopefully I"ll get some more readers. This chapter is a little weak, but I"m trying to lay some foundations. =P

-Chapter 3-

Mikkel stepped into a shower, barely even flinching at the icy water hitting his skin. Despite the temperature, he had no desire to raise it. His mind was more worried about something else. For some reason, the way Noah and Kira had seemed so happy together earlier at dinner had bothered him. He didn’t know why it had affected him so; but lately, he’d felt that their relationship was becoming more and more of a burden to him. Mikkel wasn’t sure if he had feelings for Kira. She was very pretty, and they’d known each other for a long time. But was that what had been bothering him? Or was it more?

He sensed something beneath that exterior happiness. An awkwardness, or some uncertainty. Maybe they weren’t happy together…could that be possible? Or maybe it was feelings for Kira which were making him think so. He didn’t know. And he didn’t care.

Mikkel leaned against the wall for a minute, and just allowed himself to be rained on. But he suddenly snapped back when he noticed his fingers were turning purple. He reached for the faucet, and turned it as hot as he could. Again, he leaned back and began to relax. The small shower began to steam up. Mikkel gently closed his eyes, and…

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“Mikkel! Mikkel, wake up!” The finely toned teenaged boy’s eyes blinked open, revealing his bloodshot orbs. He looked up, and saw the foggy image of Kimh’s face. “Mikkel!” Mikkel blinked a few more times, and tried to figure out where he was. It was only a few seconds before he realized he was wet and naked, with…Kimh on top of him. Wait- had he gotten drunk, and- “Mikkel! You were sleeping in the shower! You can’t sleep in the shower, or you’ll get cold.” Kimh got on his knees, and reached for a towel. He threw it on to Mikkel. “There you go. All better now!”

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“Mikkel! Explain yourself!” Mikkel had scrambled to the office of his superior, a nineteen year old who only went by his code name, Angel. Fittingly, he was dressed in a white uniform, the total opposite of most members of the team. He, however, and everyone else with the same rank as him wore white. There were only two higher positions; Vice President, and, of course, President.

“What do you mean sir?” Angel picked up a remote, and aimed it at a TV screen on the left wall. The tv turned on, showing a live news broadcast. On it, an injured Jolteon was being shown on a stretcher, with a newscaster telling the tragic story of how two “cruel, vicious, terrorists” had killed the head of a company working to find a cure for Pokérus and wounded an innocent Pokémon. Mikkel turned bright red. “Sir, this isn’t our fault. That is the mission you assigned us, and we were told that they were working to find out how to cause Pokérus to use it as a weapon!”

“They were. But your assignment was to create an active connection from their computers to ours, and to NOT injure ANYONE. The general public sees them as heroes. It will be bad enough if we’re found out, never mind being found out AND characterized as villains. Mikkel, before your promotion with the rest of your year, you were one of the greatest agents we had in your level. What happened?”

“N-nothing sir, I just-”

“Is it your partner? Would you like to be reassigned?”

“No. Never.”

“The President has taken notice, and he’s not happy with me. If your partner has caused your recent drop in performance, then I must know. As of now, it’s the only explanation I have.”

“No. If anything, Kimh-”

“I don’t care. If it happens again, will be reassigned to someone who can control him. Now get out!” Angel glared at Mikkel. Mikkel turned, and left, his ego bruised. He stepped out into the lobby of Sector B.

Aside from the President and Vice President, all members of Team Crimson had sectors. There were six sectors: A. B, C, D, E, and F. The actual headquarters of the team was located on a desolate ocean in the far reaches of Route 21. It was a large building, towering quite high. In the center was a basic cylindrical tower structure. Branching off of it were eight rectangular sectors. Six of which were for the agents. One of the two remaining was a laboratory, and the final one seemed to be a complete mystery to everyone except the President himself.

For the regular members of the team, there were seven ranks you could achieve. The first of which was a beginning agent. Anyone under fourteen could not have any higher ranking unless under special circumstances. Next was a Junior Grunt. These were the basic agents, and were what most members were. They ranged from ages 14 to about 17. Anyone older was either ranked higher, or just not part of the team. Next was a Grunt. There were a lot of these as well, and they were given a decent amount of privileges more than Junior Grunts. After Grunt was a Special Agent. A Special Agent was the highest most members ever got. They were assigned codenames, and carried out the more delicate operations.

After that were Elites. Elites were the Presidents right-hand men. There were about ten in each sector. Each was given a group of grunts, junior grunts, and beginners to watch over. They assigned missions to the members, and were basically the President’s messengers.

Mikkel had recently been a beginning agent. When he’d been promoted with most of the others his age, he’d been told to get a partner. That’s when he first met Kimh.

But now it was time for him to go head back to his common room for dinner, and then go to bed. So monotonous…would it ever pay off in the end?

 

[Mimori Kiryu]

Awesome chapter. ^____^ Really lays down the plot. I like Angel. So straight forward. Can't wait until the next chapter!!